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Guts
02:43
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I wanna be more confident
I wanna tell people to fuck off
I wanna learn to say "no" more often and I wanna grow up
I wanna be drawn and quartered
Stretch me out, I'm tired and exhausted
I'm always falling down an upward staircase
Any day now my teeth will fall out
They're cracking up every time I say I'm okay
With every step, a crack in my knees
I use my last breath to pick me up
Why's it a fight just to spill out my guts
I wanna stop being so lifeless
Maybe I'm just a bit too jaded
Can coincidence really happen all the time
I wanna see what I've never seen
I wanna fall asleep on a public train
And not feel lost by the time that I wake up
Standing there, you should've known better
You're old enough to not get crushed by the
Stupid questions you should know the answers to
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2. |
Theater Marquee
02:23
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I walk down to my theater marquee
The one on second street, showing some weird movie
We got a little high and a bit too judgmental
And on the L the people look so beaten up
All their cell phone lights, they're drying out my eyes
Underneath my theater marquee
Slouched posture, yeah, we could be anything
And with Wednesday morning axes in my head
I get my relief down at my theater marquee
I'm getting caught up in passing conversations
Of teenage ideologies of vodka mixed with gaterade
If you think too heavy you'll never get drunk
You're just gonna get yourself a little too fucked up
With a mind that's racing and jaw that's wired shut
She says "it looks like you lost" I said "no,"
"But I'm not winning, I'm barely breaking even"
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Wasteland
03:42
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We did stupid stunts on shopping carts until we graduated school
And then I never, ever, saw you again
We climbed trees and blew stuff up when we would hang out in that wasteland
We made homemade ziplines and roller coasters out of anything we could find
We walked along the drainage ditches to see how lost we could get
It's something I was really good at while always keeping my cool
I get lost all the time, and in my dreams I struggle to fly away from
Slasher villains trying to rip out my insides
Back in my wasteland
I was a loaded gun
I was a lone wolf howling at nothing
But I got away from everyone
You were a landslide
I was growing pine tree
You were a sun to get burned by
And I fell asleep outside in my wasteland
Time is running out and I don't know if I have heart to really go for this
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Hotel Room
03:45
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He said he's sorry he'll never see you again
He turned his back and he's stomping on Bibles
'Cause the only constant known is always turning
They get to do what they want to do
And they get to do it once a week
If this is the plan then it sounds like shit to me
I'm not sleeping I'm just tired
After another day of wringing myself out
Over yesterday's best guess on multiple choices
It's really not hard to find the suspect
In the reel-to-reel of every day
Come one come all to the whole bloody affair
And now I blew all my luck on a hotel room for one
And how, remind me again, is all of this even worth it
Feeling alone when you're alone
Alone in a hotel room
Burning the candle at both ends
God damn that's such a boring virtue
It's in the quiet spaces we learn to break the rules
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Graveyards
04:13
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How many miles 'til we're done with the Bible Belt States
'Cause I'm in Hell
It's Bibles and bullets on billboards 1-800
It sells itself
And the busy stay busy if we want them or not
They're just following orders
To build those sprawling highways up from our decimation
Those bones wrapped in green embroidered uniforms
Got me feeling nostalgia and resentment
For giving up on my ideals
'Cause I am too nervous to entertain
The notion of moving far away
So I put myself up for sale in every graveyard
Levittown, don't fail me now
Just tell me where I need to go
I knelt down at your alter and you told me
I'm going nowhere
I learn to untether the weight of my past and toxic generations
The outline of your portrait breaks the mirror I'm looking in
Levittown, I guess you finally broke us down
Duck & Cover bought us out
I was bleeding all the time
Looking for a place to hide
Cauterize, seal off the wound
Pick yourself up every day
Keep your tunnel vision locked
Get there any way you can
Levittown, you finally broke us down
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6. |
Teeth
03:15
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Who would've known that being in our twenties meant we're slowing down
Maybe it's too much sleep when a good night's rest keeps me tired
Our working days just take away our time here
And when I finally make it to the break room
I think to myself
How did I even get here
You know I haven't felt things speed up at all
A broken jaw with a bloody mouth
And those teeth are so hard to swallow
We celebrate the smallest things 'cause that's what keeps us running
The city is alive in a wall decor kind of way
I want to test just how fragile I am
As we make our way through these small town bars tonight
Every new day something kills me slowly
The funny thing is that it doesn't affect me
Sitting there frozen, stuck in the backseat
Chewing through rope, I'm trying to break free
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7. |
New 95 Theses
03:15
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It was with stale fingertips you said all the things you couldn't say to your friends and your family
At the end of the night when you're staring into nothing but before you crawl into your bed
On that napkin at the bottom of your glass you wrote a note to yourself for the morning
It read
Here's a brand new 95 Theses
To keep the blood in your eyes in the morning
This is your Old Testament god
It keeps your body feeling fire and fury
This is something you do for yourself
And no one else
You do it forever
You spend the next day hovered over the best $100 ever spent
You repeat yourself til you find out what works no matter how simple or cliche
Take stock of yourself, it's time to confess your sins
Show up
It's time to go to church
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8. |
Eulogy, Or Whatever
02:37
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Sorry I had to go and die like this
I probably didn't want to feel this way at the end
Where I spend my life running myself into the ground
What do I care, this comes to everyone
Now maybe I can give something back to this ugly world
And finally be that change that I wanted to be
I want you to know that I'm okay down here
Although I think this is overrated
Rumors of relief and dread have been drawn out
Yeah, it's just something that happens
And I know it sucks but whatever
I saw a deer get hit today
By a truck going south on 39
Deer in the headlights, yeah, I thought that felt familiar
A lot of the time I felt used up
But I didn't struggle to wake up with you next to me
We'll captain this ship, get lost, and find our way home
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Carnival Town
03:47
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Looking down every alleyway until the grass outgrows our gravestones
'Cause nothing kills as good as mystery
We'll think of all the Never-Do-Wells as they think of what comes next
And what's the next thing on their chopping block
I guess we'll find out soon
Until then, I turn the static up
White noise is nice noise
When deep breaths don't come as easy as they used to
We're looking for those Carnival Towns
That the old ones remember
And new ones just read about
Taking whatever you can when you're able to take what you can get
'Cause nothing motivates like borrowed time
At the start of today we're already tired of tomorrow
What's the next thing on their chopping block
I guess we'll find out soon
Until then, I turn the static up
White noise is nice noise
When deep breaths don't come as easy as they used to
We're looking for those Carnival Towns
Will we ever find them
'Cause nothing has felt right since that murder of 1963
The angels on the church walls remind me that everything is wrong
I remember things breaking down at the carnival
Since everyone abandoned it in 1968
After the bodies from the accidents went missing
Yeah, I remember things breaking down at the carnival
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10. |
Personal
04:00
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We were all wrong thinking good of ourselves
Looking for the tiniest scapegoats with our shotguns loaded
Moral compass in hand
We got our routine, we take what we can get
But I want to be more than the sum of my work again
I want to be useful
Now I'm stuck in traffic with bad opinions again
I know we'll live through this but I can't wait 'til you're dead
It's personal
Every new day we throw ourselves into the gears
It's personal
The revolutions we made in these basements together against all odds
It's something I didn't know when I was young
Is everyone gets a little apathetic sometimes
It's hard to explain how much I'm decaying, so I stick to the easy words
Most are four letters or less, and that's okay
I wonder why it is I make time to execute myself with this
Is there anyone around here to talk to to make plans for early retirement
I wonder why it is I make time to execute myself with this
Yeah, I wonder
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11. |
Vacation
05:00
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Every time I drive at night I run into all of life's questions
And on my morning drive I see all the billboards screaming bloody murder
Sometimes this town just don't feel like my home
It's temporary 'til I get myself figured out
Every 30 miles or so there's construction and bottlenecks of semi-trucks
There's concrete dust coming through the vents and in through my window pane
I listen to the news while I'm parked on the highway
Greetings from nowhere, I'm enjoying my vacation
These past couple months I haven't done anything except what I'm supposed to do
And everyone around me is in such a shitty mood, and I am too
So I pull out my bike as soon as I get home
I leave the car behind because it's time for my vacation
And I ride my bike
Because I fucking hate driving
And I wanna enjoy my vacation
How much of this is from the past couple months
Is there someone out there sabotaging me
I wanna bust skulls
I wanna start showing up
I wanna kick down doors
Destroy what holds me back
Okay, I'm gunning for revenge
Too many mornings I wake up
With a punch in my gut
And people in my ear saying
It's time for me to learn to swim
But you can all go to hell
I'm gonna dry myself out
So your family's steeped in tradition
And most of your friends have drifted away
It's okay to start slowing down
And figure out what stops rattling your bones
I'm gonna stop letting my younger self be a gag reflex to me
I'm gonna stop being ashamed to take some time to myself
I wanna speak with some candor in my daily conversations
I wanna start taking myself a little more seriously
Yeah, you can all go to hell
I'm gonna dry myself out
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12. |
Monument Valley
03:51
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It was a couple decades, maybe more
When we realized it'd only been a few months
We're looking down the gun barrels of our leaders
We were passing by, just drifting through with no purpose
When we came upon a field of gravestones
You said "one day I'll make it out of Monument Valley"
Where all the outlaws know my name for all the wrong reasons
I'm on too many hit lists
We're running out of gas
I guess it's time for us to get the fuck out of Dodge
We gotta get the fuck out of Dodge
I remember mourning the rattlesnakes
Who got their heads chopped off with shovels
By people with nothing better to do
There's some guy going to the store again
He's gonna tell the cashier virtues of having an arsenal in your basement
The cashier whispers "one day I'll make it out of Monument Valley"
Get all your rattlesnakes and cashiers and vagrants
One day we'll make it out of Monument Valley
Gather all your rattlesnakes and vagrants
One day we'll make it out of Monument Valley
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